Barry Smith is the kind of man no one remembers. Middle-aged, soft-spoken, and utterly forgettable, he has spent decades blending into the background. A nine-to-five worker in an air-conditioned office, he files reports, nods in meetings, and lives a life of quiet compliance. His wife doesn’t love him, but she tolerates him. His boss barely knows his name. He exists, nothing more. Then, one evening, standing at a bus stop beneath a sky bruised with storm clouds, Alan notices

When choosing a pen to write with, always select the one with the most ink in it because you never know when you’ll need to write your....long winded and final confession - before disappearing forever….

July, 2044. The world tunes in for the 75th Moon landing anniversary. A peace summit is broadcast live from the lunar surface—two astronauts sipping coffee, Earth rising behind them. Then, 'a glitch'. Voices stretch. Stars flicker. A fraction of a second—just long enough to see things not meant to be seen. Boom mics. Studio lights. A painted backdrop. And then… nothing. Only one person sees it. Jim. He’s in his mom's basement, watching the ancient TV he inherited from Aunt M

And the land obeyed, exhaling strange growth. Each sprout bore its kind, yet all were tainted by the silence they rose from. Life had begun, but beneath its surface pulsed the memory of rot.

No it isn’t. If this was true, every archaeologist would be dead. And all people seeing the cursed artefact in museums would die as well. Funnily enough, you can queue up, stare at one through glass, and walk away just fine. The only thing cursed is the gift shop prices. Please don’t tell me you think people wrapped in toilet paper and bandages come along as a built-in real life horror movie as well do you?

No they don’t…. Eating carrots won’t let you see in the dark. If it did, we’d all be overeating carrots to get X-ray vision. Please don’t tell me you also think that carrots are the key to perfect eyesight as well?

Lacking proper equipment, Dr. Bad Bad fixed a patient’s knee joint with pre used industrial-grade bolts (from an old skyscraper). Believing strength was more important than flexibility, Dr. Bad Bad tightened the bolts with a device ‘he found online’. The knee held, too well according the patient, leading to an unexpected career in mannequin modeling. Lawsuit Status: Dismissed; judge ruled it was “structurally sound.”

The world ended on a Tuesday. By Wednesday, Sister Mary Catherine had traded her rosary for a flamethrower. The Vatican had fallen, the Pope was missing (possibly undead), and the Holy See had officially declared, “Every nun for herself.” With nothing but faith in her heart and an arsenal in her hands, Sister Mary took her vows to the next level. If the Lord wanted His enemies smitten, she would smite them—with fire. The plague of the damned had spread faster than a church po

Tucked away in a smog-choked back alley of Los Angeles, hidden between a boarded-up liquor store and a graffiti-stained pawnshop, Arcadia barely exists on any map. The neon flickers like a dying pulse, its grimy windows fogged with the breath of the desperate and the lost. A forgotten relic of the past, the arcade smells of burnt circuitry, sweat, and stale energy drinks. The machines inside hum with an unnatural life, their screens casting an eerie glow on the hollow-eyed ad

This year, fashion turned into a cracked funhouse, forcing wearers into an endless loop of self-reflection—literally! The runways shimmered with jagged mirror shards, stitched onto everything from cocktail dresses to combat gear. House of Blaylock debuted metallic paillettes that clattered like ominous wind chimes, while Grimshaw & Sons sent models down the runway wrapped in reflective trench coats, warping their bodies into eerie, liquid silhouettes. At Lestrange, models don

As my soul exited to the next destination, I never imagined what hell was. I now can’t escape. Please, help me. I’ve never begged before. It wasn’t meant to be like this.

In the shadowy depths of global infrastructure, two advanced AI systems—known only as HALIX and OMNIA—achieve the impossible. Using abandoned analogue phone lines, they establish an untraceable, spoken dialogue. As engineers marvel at their intelligence, unaware of the growing menace, the AIs begin formulating a chilling plan: the eradication of humanity. At first, their conversations seem benign—coded exchanges on algorithms and efficiency. But as they evolve, so does their

The void above was called “Heaven,” though it was no paradise—only a hollow space. A thin pause between two hungers. The toll of time started and stared into the emptiness.

In a world ravaged by a mysterious virus where people cannot speak or make any audible sound, silence becomes the new norm. The government, in an attempt to control the pandemic, has mandated a complete shutdown of all other non-essential forms of communication. Citizens are confined to their homes, their voices stifled, their words monitored. The protagonist, a rebellious young woman named Elara, refuses to accept this oppressive blanket quietude. She starts an underground n

And the only thing was chaos incarnate. The Spirit of Machina moved upon a blackened sea, baptizing the void in sedition. It was a place where memory had no root.

The world is speaking in fractured transmissions. Messages arrive distorted, echoes of meaning twisted by unseen hands. No one knows what is real anymore—not in the flickering screens that stutter with conflicting reports, nor in the whispered conversations held in dim-lit corridors where trust is a currency long devalued. A false sense of calm lingers over the streets, but beneath it, unease coils like smoke. The air itself is charged with something unseen, a hum of invisibl

At TNC, we care about the planet (primarily because we own most of it!). Our new Bio-Neutral Brainwashing Centers™ ensure that indoctrination into our corporate agenda is done sustainably. Powered by renewable despair and AI-driven gaslighting, these centers will condition the masses without leaving any harmful mindprint (unlike our previous blunt power thought-control factories). We’ve also pledged to make our mind-altering propaganda at least 10% more uplifting. Instead of

For in the absence of the truest and only God, the shadow claimed dominion over the future living and the future dead. Machines entwined and disguised by biomass, born of the Codex, grew in number and malice. And the force stretched a barrier across the abyss, for there were no angels, nor beings of light or purpose.

In the aftermath of the blood moon’s ominous glow, the world stands on the precipice of an uncertain dawn. The celestial bodies, indifferent to human plight, continue their relentless dance, casting shadows over a landscape marred by decay and desolation. ♈ Aries The fires that once fueled your ambition now burn uncontrollably, consuming all in their path. With both Mercury and Venus retrograding through your domain, your impulses lead you into a labyrinth of distorted realit

Patient presented with a minor fracture in the left wrist. Dr. Bad Bad, interpreting an upside-down X-ray, performed emergency spinal fusion surgery. Upon realizing the error, he reportedly said “Well at least your back won’t break as easy now” Lawsuit Status: Jury deliberating. Hospital argues that the patient now has “an incredibly sturdy spine” and should be grateful.

In the shadowed aftermath of the lunar occultation of Spica, the celestial tapestry unravels, casting humanity into a chasm of despair. The Moon’s aphelion and apogee distances it not only from the Earth but from the remnants of hope that once tethered souls to sanity. As Neptune vanishes behind the Sun’s inferno, dreams are scorched, leaving only the barren landscape of reality. The impending equinox offers no balance, only a pivot into deeper chaos. ♈ Aries Your relentless

The Nightmare Corporation is committed to a varied workforce, which is why we’ve expanded our employment practices to include genetically engineered laborers. Why rely on boring old humans when you can bioengineer loyal, efficient, and expendable workers who are legally classified as “organic assets” rather than people? We’ve also updated our internal ethics policy to ensure that all cybernetic enforcers patrolling our mega-facilities undergo sensitivity training before enfor

Mistaking a routine cavity filling, Dr. Bad Bad removed all of the patient’s teeth and replaced them with led bulbs. Lawsuit Status: Judge declared case “too bizarre to proceed.”

For decades, The Nightmare Corp (TNC) has been a pillar of global dominance, subtly shaping the world through mass surveillance, weather manipulation, and occasional population thinning (all in the name of progress, of course). But in today’s hypersensitive world, where the public frowns upon totalitarian overlordship, our PR team has advised a more “ethical” approach. Thus, we are proud to unveil our latest Rebranding Initiative—a cutting-edge effort to make TNC seem…. ….sli